How is it that time is going by so fast? Argh, slow down time, I can't keep up!

I really need to be in bed now, but I hate how far behind I am in my writing goal and I just need a few more words before I can feel like I can go to bed tonight. I did actually get a little written today at word which was INCREDIBLE so now I’m at around 1,200 words for my dumbass story and I think I can manage another few hundred words. I’ll need to write a little more than 300--probably need to add another 400 or 500 in case I need to do some cutting in the editing process since it will need to be 1,500 words after I do any cutting/changing/etc.

 

I’m trying to decide if I’m going to do my normal work out or the water aerobics in the morning. I did the water aerobics class this morning but it’s sort of rare that I am able to do the water aerobics class without it being a pain in the ass for my schedule. At the same time, I like my other workouts too and I could listen to my book while I’m doing the strength training stuff which I always really like doing.

 

Argh, and I really need to have decided before I go to bed otherwise I won’t be able to choose in the morning and I’ll be all out of sorts. I guess maybe I’ll go with my normal, because the water class doesn’t let out until right before we need to leave in order for me to get back in time to shower and get ready for work. Man, I need my nap now!

Decisions and Other Difficult Tasks

It’s such a struggle finding the balance between using my available time for writing and using my available time for reading. Plus, I’m always tempted, no matter how much I try, to do research about new books that I'll want to read. It's just ridiculous. I'm ridiculous, just in general. I try to be okay with that, and most of the time I think I am, it's just that currently, I'm trying to find a way to do all the things I love. 

I enjoyed my workout this morning and I'm getting kind of protective about the time I have for working out. And I'm struggling to find the time to do that, write, read, and get some sleep. I did listen to a book while I was working out this morning which does work okay though sometimes I lose count of my repetitions. In the end, though I think I do more repetitions because I lose count and go back to my last remembered number or continue to count but not 

I never thought I'd be protective of getting time to exercise. Exercise doesn't feel like a chore anymore, it feels like time "for me" and I just honestly never thought that would be a thing for me. Frankly, I'm a little bit in awe of it. I doubt I would've gotten into going to the gym at moon's armpit o'clock if not for my dad, but I was getting to where I was regularly exercising before we started doing this "still technically night" hour of the morning we've been doing. 

But I am into it now--getting up in time to exercise before the asscrack of dawn. I keep thinking, who am I? I am still a night owl. I still crash for twelve hours at the end of the week when I'm too tired to function any more. I'm still tempted to stay up all hours of the night and it happens occasionally without my realizing just how late I've stayed up though I am working on getting more sleep during the week. 

I just for so long said I COULDN'T do such a thing. I said there's no way I can function that early, let alone get in a true workout. 

But I CAN, I actually can. My best workouts are still on days off when I don't have any time constraints and I've been able to sleep in, especially if I've taken the day before off as a recovery day. Nevertheless, I still burn between 350-600 calories all said and done before 7 am. And this week I've managed to work in listening to an audiobook, writing over 2,200 words, three workouts, wash four loads of laundry (and even put most of it away after!) and several episodes of TV shows I've been meaning to catch up on. Now I'm counting Sunday in all this, but still, I think that's pretty damned good for three days.